Don't worry about it

I'm made of stone, you see

Yes, yes, sure it looks like a cut

I know you think you see blood flowing freely

Layers of skin and sinew, the barest hint of bone

But I assure you I'm fine

I was born impervious

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Simply made of sterner stuff

These injuries are just illusions

The pained-sounding yelp a simple instinct

Or, really, a learned response

Trust me, this isn't enough to bring me down

It takes more than metal to cut me

I couldn't be better, and there's nothing to worry about

They couldn't hurt me if they tried